Main building, conference room.
Jiushu's son waved at Su Tianyu, chuckled and said, "I've finished my story, you can go now."
The cameraman who had been standing still by the wall suddenly rushed to the female reporter, pulled her and shouted, "He's quite emotional. Let's go, let's go!"
At the same time, another person turned off the camera and stopped the live broadcast.
The female reporter was stunned for a moment: "He is not seeking revenge on the people, he is just doing it for the miners who died. We can persuade him...!"
"Don't give me any advice, just leave now!"
The two male reporters carried the woman and quickly left the meeting room. Uncle Jiu's son did not stop them. He just stared at Su Tianyu blankly, and whispered with a twitch of his mouth: "Remember... what we said."
…
outdoor.
As soon as the live broadcast stopped, members of the terrorist team rushed in. Jin Maohui, also wearing combat uniform and holding a gun, rushed to the side door.
At the same time, the special operations team of the police station on the roof immediately reported to the higher-ups: "The live broadcast has stopped. Should we kill him?"
"It would be best if we can snatch the person away. If we can't, just watch the terrorist squad shoot him to death." Director Lin gave the order.
"Understood!" replied the special forces team.
Inside the building.
The uncle's son took the last set of remote controls and waved his hand again.
Su Tianyu gritted his teeth and slowly left the meeting room. He was filled with emotion, obviously influenced by Jiushu's son. He kept telling himself to be calm and rational, but it was really hard to suppress the emotion.
In the corridor, Su Tianyu was about to go downstairs when he suddenly turned his head and saw a bucket of dirty water placed at the bathroom door.
In an instant, it was this instant of thought that prompted Su Tianyu to make a new decision. He turned around, picked up the bucket, and poured cold water directly on the four or five electrical sockets on the wall.
“Puff, sizzle!”
There was a crackling sound of electric light in the socket, and then the lights on the second, third, fourth and fifth floors all flickered and then went out.
Su Tianyu turned around and went back. At this time, the special forces on the roof had already started hanging chains, preparing to lock and break the window.
Half a minute later, the reporter was taken out by the terrorist team, while Su Tianyu ran to the second floor.
A burst of hurried footsteps was heard, and a flashlight shone in the darkness. Su Tianyu immediately took a step back.
At the bottom of the stairs, members of the terrorist team rushed up. When they saw Su Tianyu was about to put down his gun, they saw that he was holding Jiushu's son with his right hand.
"Don't move!"
"Hands up, don't move!"
“…!”
The members of the terrorist team raised their guns and shouted.
"No, don't shoot, listen to me, give me the communication equipment, I want to talk to Captain Jin...!" Su Tianyu stood in front of Jiushu's son, waved his hand and shouted to everyone.
“Tramp!”
There was a sound of footsteps, and Jin Maohui himself, dressed in combat uniform, stepped up and waved his hand, shouting, "Control the hostage floor!"
The terrorist team dispersed immediately, and then Jin Maohui looked at Su Tianyu and the bandits in astonishment, stepped forward immediately, and whispered: "What are you going to do?!"
Su Tianyu swallowed his saliva, stepped forward and replied: "I have made an agreement with the mayor beforehand. If it can be done, we can save his life. You heard it..."
"Are you crazy?!" Jin Maohui interrupted and replied, "This is an isolated building. There are countless eyes watching you outside. Do you understand?!"
Su Tianyu gritted his teeth: "I have a way."
"Get out of the way!" Jin Maohui pushed Su Tianyu away anxiously, raised the gun and pointed it at Jiushu's son.
The uncle's son leaned against the wall limply, smiling palely: "I... I've already said, I can't survive."
Su Tianyu stopped Jin Maohui and shouted in a low voice: "You know better than anyone that he is not committing a crime! All the consequences today are due to the inaction of the upper echelons. We are all in this situation. If we want to execute an innocent person for the sake of so-called bullshit stability and personal gain, then we are no different from the Baolong Group!"
"There are special forces outside!" Jin Maohui raised his gun towards Su Tianyu anxiously: "If people can't be controlled, how many people will be ruined because of this, have you ever thought about it?!"
"I have a solution!"
"What a bullshit solution!" Jin Maohui pushed Su Tianyu away, pointed a gun at Jiushu's son's head, and said with trembling lips: "I sympathize with you, but you can't survive."
"Jin Maohui!! The leader promised me!" Su Tianyu yelled with his eyes wide open, but was pulled away by other members of the terrorist team.
"Do you think this is my decision, huh? Are you confused?!" Jin Maohui turned his head and asked.
Su Tianyu clenched his fists. After hearing these words, he went limp and was speechless.
Su Tianyu is definitely not a saintly person, but he is not a despicable person who would take advantage of the opportunity.
All the preparations and opportunities for today were given by Jiushu's son. His family was broken up, and Su Tianyu really couldn't bear to let the power take advantage of him and then abandon him.
If he did so, Su Tianyu would have a guilty conscience! It is no exaggeration to say that the story told by Jiushu's son today was equivalent to casting a nuclear bomb of public opinion in Longcheng and District 1. He single-handedly helped the association and the entire Li system to reverse the situation and break the deadlock.
But now his role has been eliminated, and the best outcome is that he dies in this building. This way, the regulatory committee will not be able to make a fuss about this person, and political opponents will not be able to direct the blame to the association and the Li faction.
Therefore, it is the most ideal situation for him to die here.
Su Tianyu stared at Jin Maohui in a daze, and said in a hoarse voice: "I... I always thought... we were different from the other side... but... but today it seems... politics are the same."
At the edge of the wall, Jiushu's son slowly closed his eyes and murmured hoarsely, "Shoot, I'm tired. I seem to have never walked out of that... endless collapsed tunnel."
Jin Maohui stared at Jiushu's son, breathing heavily, and then slowly raised his arm.
Three seconds later.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Three gunshots rang out, and the corridor became quiet.
…
Another half minute.
“Boom!”
There was a loud noise in the building and an explosion occurred on the fifth floor, followed by the sound of messy footsteps in the building.
After a while, the side door of the main building was kicked open, and the soldiers of the terrorist team rushed out first, waving their hands around: "Disperse, disperse!"
Behind them, a large number of hostages ran out in panic following the members of the terrorist team.
Jin Maohui walked behind the crowd and reported on the intercom: "The criminals finally detonated the explosives buried on the fifth floor. No one was killed. Two members of the terrorist team were injured. We are currently handling the scene."
…
at the same time.
Standing in the corridor of the supervisory committee, Lille pointed at Miao Ziwei and said, "Baolong Mining is finished, and so am I... But we can't just let it go like this. Do you understand what I mean?!"